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In the wake of betrayal, Phillip finds himself standing at a crossroads, his marriage crumbling under the weight of secrets and public humiliation. When his wife, Jocelyn, is caught in a scandal that shatters their fragile trust, the spark of love dims, replaced by a suffocating tension. He thought he knew her, but as she defends the man entwined in her downfall, Phillip questions everything he believed about their life together.
As the lines blur between love and resentment, Phillip's heart hardens. Can he forgive the woman who seems to choose another over him? Each encounter with Alexander, the man he despises yet can't escape, tightens the knot of jealousy and anger in his chest. Jocelyn insists there's nothing between them, but what if her loyalty to him is merely a façade?
In a world where love can quickly turn to war, every decision carries a heavy price. Will Phillip walk away, or will he fight for the woman who once promised to be his everything? As they navigate the wreckage of their relationship, they must confront the truth of their past and the choices that led them here. Can they find redemption in their darkest moments, or is it too late for love to heal the wounds they've inflicted on each other?
The Divorce GiftChapter 1
That day, the police called to bring me a news: my wife was caught red-handed in a prostitution raid.
I was completely bewildered.
The moment I arrived at the police station and saw the man sobbing beside Jocelyn Spencer, I suddenly felt quite bored.
I walked over her.
She instinctively stepped in front of the man, Alexander Russo, wanting to explain, but I slapped her on the face.
"Jossy."
"You're so filthy."
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The slap sounded crisp and left everyone in the police station stunned. Even the police officers who were about to continue explaining the situation to me were stunned. I saw Jocelyn covering her face and still not reacting. I raised my hand to slap her more, but the man who was holding her suddenly rushed up to block it for her and the slap landed on his face.
Tears fell from his eyes and he said, "How dare you hit someone!"
He sobbed, his voice choked with emotion.
"How dare you hit Jocelyn?"
His eyes were red, glaring at me stubbornly. "You don't even ask her what was going on and start beating her. What gives you the right to do this?"